animal smells and porcupine quills

Mordecai's ears perked at the mention of game. Being an aspiring gamekeeper, he had made it key to make sure that they would have plenty to stuff in their caches for the upcoming winter. Preferably the bigger game the better, as he had decided that it would in their best interest to start packing them full now. It would have been easier to replenish and pull the old out as they went along, replacing it with the new that they would find in the weeks and months to come.

But what was just as surprising was the patterning he heard in Sitri's voice. His speech was no longer as broken as it had been in their first meeting, and Mordecai found a smile coming to his face all the same. “I would like that very much,” he told him. With a whole day ahead of them, they could easily spend hours exploring, and maybe find a bit of food along the way. “Show me where you found them,” he went on eagerly. Mordecai was ready to go, and hoped his enthusiasm was infectious.